Luyện nghe bài hát Threat

Yo a pimp gets threats
That's right, the, the that's, that's threats them
And I'm serious mine, I'm so sincere
And I, nigga kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug nigga

Yeah, I done told you
9 or 10 stop fucking with me
I told you niggas
9 albums, fucking with me
I done you niggas
The 9 on me, fucking with me
You niggas must got 9
9th

Put knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a
I let it hum to ya, the one sing along
Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you out
The technique the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips
To blow this like a trumpet you dumb
This is a unusual I conducting
You looking at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can sic
I don't if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only me up
For years, they had me peeing out of a cup
Now they to free me up, what you think I'm goin' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I feel hatred
I'm young black and rich so want to strip me naked, but
You had me like Christina Aguiler-why
But me down the Westside, driving like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the of my car
Screaming out the sunroof death to
You can't me, I live forever through these bars
I put the on ya, I put a price on your head
The hood'll want ya, you starting to look like bread
I send them boys at ya, I talking bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard I said

I make 'em wait for you five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your
stop fuckin with me
R.I.P.

That's right there nigga, I'm wild
Nigga I trash bags with me
Never know when you gotta a nigga out
This sincere, this some sincere shit here!

Grown man I put on you
I dig a in the desert, they build The Sands on you
Lay out plans on you
We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap on you
Then, I Sinatra ya God damn you
I put the boy in the box like Blaine
Let the audience watch, it ain't a
Y'all wish I was fronting, I Bush the button
Front of all you in your car up your hood nigga run it
Then lift up whole hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got the y'all don't want nothing of it
Like, Castor oil, I Castor you
Change your or the bullets change all that for you
niggas is targets
Y'all garages for bullets, please make me park it
In your level, valet a couple strays
the 38 special, nigga, God bless you

Yeah I'm threatening ya, YEAH I'm ya!
Who you thank you dealing
They call me Chris, nigga I making threats
Since I been in nigga!
Huh, ask me, see if you ain't heard

When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you
Like held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus meaning no one try
No two, no three, no four, know
one's four-five might blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to to get to know yo' God
It's a match made in heaven when I the 7
Put you on the news, UPN at 11
Where you been, you ain't heard, got the that I'm
I'm so sincere?
I'm especially Joe Pesci with a
I will kill you, suicide, and kill you again
That's